Thinkin’ to myself, what a good day
50 k’s and hundreds, what a good play
You know what I’m thinkin’ mane
The juice II, the real juice too
And if you’s getting money then you uphold a deuce too
Leanin’ like a fool, a stupid fool
I just bust a move, a stupid move
Young Dre, what it do?
What the fuck it do?
Pull up Panamera, photo flexin’ dawg
They takin’ photos of the gold necklace dawg
14 years old, what they here and ball?
Now I’m 22 with 22 chains on
Fall with me nigga
In my hood we still kickin’ peepin’
Got no rubber bands and figures
Every city we deliver

First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour
First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour

Hop above the goddamn plane with the jetlag
MCM luggage in my Louie bag
Gucci on my shades, signin’ hit a play
I’m lookin’ so fresh on my Versace shades
Celine Fring’s gold cost 3 racks
I’m pullin’ up in Paris, I know how I act
Flexin’ in my hood with my juice kick
They knowin’ what it is, I didn’t growed up
Ridin’ through my city, bricks pulled up
A young nigga at the gang could be throwed up
I’m seein’ course side with my partner nim
We’re smokin’ on this kush and even lost a shrimp
I pull everything, 8-1 to my feet
I got some Jordans on and some gold teeth
Juice II, I done took over the streets
Any nigga talk then I swear to God that we can be

First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour
First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour

It fuck two folk, happen some gold shit
I walk inside pinged off and I need some more shit
Walk up in the ranch, all strokin’ more kicks
Soulja Boy I flex, with more shit
You pussy niggas missed me with that ho shit
This Juice II might fall off in your revedince
Voting for Obama for the president
Gold on deck like every lepress bitch
Pull up to the hood, know I’m kicking shit
Big ass pistol sitting on my dick
Nigga tryna what? She gon get shut up
But the fuck’s up, Soulja Boy that bust up
My young nigga knew this shit, what happened though?
Made a million dollars out of reppin’ dough
Another million dollars off with trappin’ ho
And every there we’re ready for the ashin’ ho
It can’t get no realer on this battlefield
Every day I wake up this the life I live
Juice deuce, Juice Dos
I’m riding through my hood one hundred spokes
I’m flexin’ do whatever, out one cuz on me
SOD balls on the fuckin COG
Deep of fin these streets, then DJ what I do?
A hundred k, a hundred stored up the roof

First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour
First off, money and the power
It’s a good day, gold bricks by the hour